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Trust
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
get out of it." I clenched my jaw, at a loss for an answer. It *was* what I had agreed to. More or less. "I'll call you," she repeated, and drove off. I'd thought I was miserable before Christmas. I didn't know what misery was. On Friday night, I'd felt betrayed, angry, and bewildered. I laid in bed for three hours before I cried myself to sl**p. Saturday morning, I tried to call Nancy. Answering machine. Four times. Six times on Sunday. Monday, I decided I wasn't going to humiliate myself any more, and went marching through a day of snarling at the secretaries and my students. I didn't call. Neither did she. I spent the evening pretending to read, and staring at the phone. Surprised hell out of one of the little darlings by answering the phone on the first ring, with a breathless, "Yes?" Tuesday I said to hell with pride, and started calling again. At work, one of her female coworkers informed me that she had just stepped out, laughing under her breath. The third time I called, she said, "She doesn't want to talk to you, okay?" and slammed the phone down. Also the fourth and fifth time. I couldn't believe what I was doing. When I was a teenager, the idea of this sort of reaction to a call would have been enough to keep me off the phone for a month. I justified it to myself by saying that I just had to prove to her that I was willing to grovel a little, and she'd see me again. She *had* to see me again. I hadn't done anything *wrong.* At ...